It was later in the day for the market,  it was a perfect time to be parked near some of the shops. If someone from a nicer family had been out shopping or socializing,  they would want him. Maybe they were tired, their feet ached in their fancy shoes,  or perhaps they were wanting him to take them to a show,  pub, or brothel? He didn't judge, or care enough to judge. 

The man tapped his cap to anyone with fancy buttons and straight cuffs,  hoping someone would take him up. Conner was getting restless having stood still for so long. He almost considered taking a short walk so he could refresh himself and come back but then he might miss a ride. 

"Soon enough " Elliot spoke encouragingly to the horse even though he didn't understand him. He liked to pretend he would. He stretched and rubbed his neck. He still had a long night ahead. People rarely wanted rides in the morning. It was the night that was busy and so he liked it, just wished it was safer. Whitby had become such a troubled place. He almost wondered if a big city would be better. 

Another person approached and he leaned toward them just a touch and offered a smile. "Need a lift?" At least he got plenty of fresh air.